A young girl sat at a desk, her back arched forward, left forearm rested horizontally across the edge of her desk closest to her while her right elbow rested just an inch from her left fingertips with her chin rested on the knuckles of her right hand. Her legs were crossed at the ankle, her feet adorned with blue aƩropostale chucks that had no laced due to the style they were. She had pair of flared blue jeans that were a tad bit too long for her legs, but she didn't care, they were comfortable, especially with her slightly baggy hoodie that she ALWAYS wore over some band-tee. Her lips were slightly chapped and blank, as in empty of expression, this is mainly because she always wore a pair of blue rimmed Joe Boxer aviators, or as she likes to call them "mirror shades, for when your friend needs to fix their face or hair" Her hair was cut short, most would think of it as a male's hairstyle, but it looked cute on her and she loved it.
This girl sat in her integrated algebra class with a seemingly bored face as the teacher, Mr. Havier, thought the lesson. He suddenly asked a question that most would have to pay attention to know the answer to, but she hadn't been paying attention worth crap. "Okay so what is this number(.000000087) in scientific notation?" She raised her hand. "Yes Mick?" he said as he pointed to her.
"8.7 times 10 to the eighth power" she said stoically, she received a nod of approval to show that she had gotten it right. He then went back to teaching and Mick went back to not paying attention worth crap once more, until the bell rang, signaling the end of the ninth period of the day.
She sighed softly as she pushed her chair back before standing and grabbing her books that she brought to class. She paid no mind to the subtle whispers behind her as she walked out of the classroom, and proceeded towards her assigned locker. Once she had made it to locker number 713 she crouched down and set her books on the floor before she spun the dial thrice to the left. The locker opened after her second attempt and she shoved her text books into the locker before snatching her sketch book, a couple notebooks and her cell phone and laptop. Setting the said items into her backpack she stood to her feet and slammed the door shut.
She zipped her back pack and slung it over her shoulder before slipping her other arm under the other strap with ease. Turning on her heel she began her walk to her friend's locker where they all meet at. Her little group included, her, Samantha a girl with short bleach white hair usually wearing mid-thigh length dresses from hot topic and a black leather jacket, Rose a short girl with long ginger hair that's always in a side braid and she always wears jeans, or jean shorts with a t-shirt or tank top and a jean jacket vest thingy, Cameron (black haired) kind of pastel goth and Cassandra (red, blue, purple and pink hair) sort of scene, twins .
"Yo Micky bug, what's up girl?" Samantha said in her normal slightly raspy voice as she looked at Mick with her golden yellow eyes.
Mick smiled as she and Samantha fist bumped "Nothing' much really, well, nothing just yet" Mick said with a slight giggle to the end of her statement.
Rose smiled as she braided her hair, putting a ponytail holder on the end to keep it in place. "well how 'bout we change that?" she said in a slightly deep voice for a female.
Cameron moved some of his black hair out of his eyes as Cassandra put her multi colored hair in a bun with a flower Barrett in it. "how's about we go for some pizza hm? My treat." Cassandra said and Cameron smiled, staying silent given that he rarely speaks.
Mick nodded "sounds good to me." And with that they all headed off, out of school and to the pizza place.
